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 Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 11:36 am
Mrs. Gorey eyed the letter she had mysteriously received a couple of hours ago. She had been sitting on the enclosed front porch, knitting a hat for Dashiell, when the letter had drifted in through the mail slot. Bernadine had admittedly had her head down when it arrived, but that didn't explain the fact that the letter seemed to have been delivered by no one.
Still, her child was ready to be met, so back to Divinity she had come. Wasting no time outside, as she had on her last visit, Bernadine pulled open the door and started toward the large front desk.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 2:57 pm
Nikita looked up as Bernadine entered, and offered a polite (albeit nervous) smile. Another one that Dmitriev had dealt with...hopefully he hadn't offended her too badly. Doing damage control when Dmitriev did his job had turned out to be necessary, with most guardians: he either terrified or infuriated them.
"H-hello."
The little blue-haired boy was in the room as well, waiting for his new guardian.
"My name is N-Nikita...sorry I c-couldn't greet you on your last visit - I was sick, and Dmitriev t-took over for me."
Standing up, he gestured to the boy.
"This is the ch-child..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 9:32 pm
Dmitriev had been an unpleasant experience, but not a lasting one, and Bernadine certainly could not fault this nervous-seeming young man for being ill.
"That's quite all right," she said, pushing her glasses further up the bridge of her nose and smiling pleasantly at both man and boy. "I am Mrs. Bernadine Gorey," she added, running a hand over her tightly bound gray hair.
Miles had looked up when his new caretaker had entered, the vibrations her small feet made on the ground different than Nikita's or any of the number of other people he had come into contact with here. He smiled in response to hers, aware that she was to be his guardian, but unsure what that meant since they would only be living here. Associating Bernadine with home would come later, when she made him cookies and gifted him his favorite pair of knitted slipper socks, the ones made from crinkly yarn that dug into his feet and made him giggle with every step.
"Is there anything else that I need to do?" Mrs. Gorey asked, approaching the boy and squinting her eyes at the odd color of his hair. She wasn't a tall woman, and Miles was only slightly shorter than she was, the perfect height for examining his stranger features. He was an oddly quiet child, but she had more than enough time to break him of that.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 7:43 pm
"Well, he n-needs a name..."
Nikita needed the name down for the records; otherwise Miles would simply be denoted as 'Sylph #so-and-so', until he found out the name. He didn't like calling them by numbers. But they had to be called something, before they were named.
"..b-but after that, you're free to g-go."
At least this lady didn't seem quite as scary as some of the guardians they'd had come in here...
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 9:39 pm
"Oh, yes." Bernadine smiled slightly to herself. Somehow she had thought the child would know his own name or might have been given one by this strange group. She looked at the boy and he looked back, curiosity clear on his face. Only one name came to mind.
"Miles," she said. It had been her father's name, but she didn't mention that. He would have been proud that he finally had a grandson, even if it was too late for the child to be a biological relation.
Miles mouthed his new name. He hadn't heard it, she was speaking too softly, but he mimicked her anyway.
"I believe we are staying here," Bernadine continued. "I'll bring him home with me to get my things, but where should we go when we return?"
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